Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:42:58 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Rue Dauphine 22
Rue Dauphine 22
Lance Kyle
The next morning, as soon as they extricated themselves from the lovely
tangle of bodies sleeping on the floor, Scott and Cleopatra rose about the
same time. Washing each other up in a friendly way in the shower bath,
they bathed and went downstairs to cross the street and visit the new
house. The people had come to an agreement to call it The Annex, since it
seemed bad luck and it was no longer true to call it LeRoc's house. So The
Annex it was. Scott unlocked the door, and hearing no sound from the
bedrooms he and Cleopatra decided to explore the house from the point of
view of comfort rather than magical resources.
The house was larger than Scott's main house, but it lacked some of its
amenities. There was an outhouse between the kitchen and the main house,
in a little space that was largely there to separate the kitchen in case of
fire. The rank grass that had grown up there had been cut by
Mrs. L'Enfant's crew. Rain barrels caught the runoff from the roof during
New Orleans's frequent rain, and there was already a laundry room with a
tub in it on the back side of the house, but that was the extent of it.
Scott envisioned building an external shaft up the outside of the building
that would hold a cistern at top to collect the water, with a similar
system of shower baths and toilets on the second and ground floors to the
main house. He made a note to contact a builder first thing to set this in
motion.
Coming back in they found Mary, Elsie, Adam, and Moses coming downstairs,
mumbling "Yessuh" and bowing or curtseying at the sight of the white man.
Well, that would soon change. Scott invited them to come over to the main
house for food and to wash up if they liked, and all six of them trooped
back across the street, locking the Annex behind them. Once into the main
house, Scott escorted the men to the upstairs shower bath, Cleopatra took
the women to the ground floor bath.
You may well imagine what happened. Reaching the second floor, Scott,
Adam, and Moses found Sampson and James standing naked outside the shower
bath, waiting their turn, kissing and hugging to pass the time, boyish
penises erect. Adam and Moses stopped dead in their tracks, muttered "Oh
no!" and "Ah Lord, looka that!" and similar sentiments. Just then the
shower bath room opened and King and Cloud came out, freshly scrubbed and
naked, King with his arm across the neck and chest of the sixteen year old
Indian boy, tweaking a nipple, both penises half erect. Adam and Moses
were rendered speechless.
"Adam, Moses," said Scott, "this is how we are here. Last night all of us
enjoyed sex with the women of the house—and they with us! Perhaps
tonight the men will be together and the women will be together, or some
mixed combination. We live in love and acceptance here, and we all do as
we like. If you remain here, you may do as you like without fear of being
forced into anything. But—this is how we do it here." Sam, James,
King, and Cloud nodded happily in affirmation, then King and Cloud went to
dress in their own rooms while Sampson and James hurried into the shower
bath, mindful that Adam and Moses were waiting.
Downstairs, Cleopatra was delivering a similar speech to Mary and Elsie,
who seemed similarly shocked at the sight of Niobe and Delilah soaping each
other up in a particularly amorous way. Cleaned and dressed, everyone
trooped out to the kitchen for breakfast, while the four new arrivals kept
in a cluster, whispering among themselves. Breakfast was no sooner done
than a ring of the front door bell took James hurrying off to answer it.
Coming back, he announced Lawyer Beaulieu and his assistants.
Scott asked everyone to come meet them. Scott greeted the lawyer and his
clerks, winking surreptitiously at André. Everyone gathered around the
dining room table, the new arrivals wondering with some anxiety what all
this meant for them and what was to become of them.
"Adam, Moses, Mary, Elsie," Scott began, "we have much to explain. First
things first: you are to be freed. Lawyer Beaulieu here, and his
associates, have brought the necessary paperwork. You will be free men and
women within the hour. Now, if you want to leave I will give you some
money and you will have your papers and you are free to go. If you want to
stay here and be part of this community—and part of the work we do,
which I will explain later—you are welcome to do that, in which case I
will pay you some salary for your work. Mr. Beaulieu, please begin."
The four new arrivals stood slack jawed, simply not believing it. But as
the legal paperwork was processed and notarized, the four slowly began to
smile, to whisper among themselves, to utter exclamations of wonder. In
this they were supported by the other residents of the house, who gathered
around to confirm and support. The new arrivals grew even more incredulous
upon learning that all the people of the house were free, and were there of
their own accord to create a community. The papers were done and Scott
presented them to the four with a great flourish. There was applause all
around. Scott reminded Beaulieu to carry Peter's papers to him, which was
agreed to.
Nobody pressed the four as to what they would do. But they involved them
in the work of the house. Part of this involved showing them the
servants's quarters in the attic of the left wing. Naturally, the four
asked what they were for if everyone was in the grand bedrooms downstairs,
but they were simply told, "They are for guests we have from time to time."
Everyone wanted to keep the Underground Railroad secret until they could be
sure of where the new arrivals stood.
Likewise, nobody pressed the four, as they went through the day's work, on
the sexual freedom of the house. But the new arrivals witnessed again and
again an easy intimacy throughout the day: King coming up behind Scott,
wrapping his big arms around the white man's chest and kissing him on the
ear—Delilah giving the bulge in Cloud's trousers a playful squeeze as
she paused to tousle his long black hair in passing—Niobe and Cleopatra
pausing for a friendly kiss as they did the laundry. The four sometimes
looked away but, as the day went on, sometimes did not. The "old" members
of the house were patient, willing to let matters unfold as they would,
willing to accept however the new arrivals turned out.
Scott had been called across the street to meet with a builder about adding
cisterns and shower baths to the Annex. So he was away when the sexual ice
was broken with the new arrivals. One sign of possible change was when
Moses removed his shirt and kept it off as he did his chores in the summer
heat. Going shirtless was legitimate, but someone who seems to have a
little of the exhibitionist in him may well be a candidate for sexual
experimentation. Men and women of the house alike remarked on how "cut"
Moses was. The muscles on his very dark twenty year old body were very
well defined, a chest like a shield, clearly defined abdominals, muscles
chunking out on his arms and shoulders. He had an honest African face,
handsome, with very full lips and a broad nose. Certainly, as he helped
with the laundry, he had an excuse for going shirtless from the task, but
he remained that way.
He had just set a heavy basket of wet clothes down for Cleopatra, who was
directing the washing, when he grimaced and reached for the small of his
back. Cleopatra asked him what was the matter and he replied that he had
pulled something back there working in the fields on his old plantation,
and he thought the load had strained it again. Cleopatra went to fetch
some of her supply of medications, and calling Cloud to her she directed
him to rub some liniment into Moses's back. Cloud took Moses by the arm
and led him to one of the bedrooms; Moses could hardly refuse under the
circumstances, but he seemed not much inclined to do so. Cloud had him lie
face down on a bed.
"Now where does it hurt?" he asked, and Moses pointed to his lower back.
"You will need to remove this," said Cloud, tugging on his trousers, so I
can rub the liniment in. Moses unbuttoned his trousers and Cloud tugged
them down to his knees, revealing a hard muscled bottom, well rounded with
only a tight crack in between the buttocks. Cloud also noticed that the
act of pulling the trousers down had pulled Moses's penis down, and it
could be glimpsed poking out underneath a heavy ballsack. Cloud went to
work, kneading the liniment into what he could plainly feel were stiff
muscles. Moses groaned as he did so, but did not object. Kneading into
the dark, dark colored flesh, Cloud worked around the hips and upper
pelvis, then slowly down into the upper part of the buttocks, then the
sides of the buttocks and the sides of the pelvis. Sure enough, Cloud
could see the midnight purple black penis growing. He decided to take the
plunge.
"Here, let me get this side of the pelvis," he said, and in one move he
reached just under a hip and flipped Moses over. The black man was so
surprised he barely had time to cover his large penis, which flipped
straight up from a thick, dense patch of pubic hair as he was turned on his
back. Cloud did not waste a second. "No need to cover that," he said,
quickly getting into position as he removed Moses's hands. In a wink he
had the now distended, iron hard penis in his mouth. Moses gasped and
whispered "No, ah man, tha' ain' fo' me," but he did not really resist.
Cloud had the large bulb of the penis between his lips and was manipulating
it. Moses gasped, now with pleasure, and lay back, his hands in a futile
gesture of refusal, which Cloud knew he didn't mean.
Mindful not to touch the midnight black, iron hard rod with liniment on his
hands, Cloud grabbed Moses by his hip bones and sank the penis into his
mouth completely. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking hard, his
long black hair spreading around the black man's groin and onto the bed.
Moses began groaning, his strong chiseled thighs trembling. Then he began
beating his fists against the bed and came, crying out now, shoving his
pelvis upward into Cloud's mouth, while the sixteen year old Indian boy
swallowed the fountain of semen as quickly as he could.
The crisis passed, Moses sank back on the bed, mutting "Oh man...Oh
Lawd...Oh!" Using only his mouth, Cloud sucked him clean and then released
the still hard penis. Smiling, Cloud sat on the bedside. The bulge in his
trousers revealed his own excitement, but he thought it important to go
slowly. He smiled at Moses who smiled back, but shook his head half in
disbelief.
"Have you done that before, Moses, or had it done to you, with a man or
boy?" Cloud asked. Moses closed his eyes a second and then said, "Well,
yeah, you know, we in the fields or swimmin' and we get in the mood. But
massah don' like it, he beat you if he fin' out. But I hear one of the
people say tha's jes's cuz he wan' black babies made. Mebbe tha' makes
sense," he said. "How `bout you?" he asked.
"Oh, I mainly like men and boys," said Cloud, "but in this house we are
very free and explore everything. I think," he continued, growing
thoughtful, "that we all love each other, and that sexual pleasure is one
way of showing that love to each other." The two sat there looking
thoughtfully at each other. Then Cloud rose. "Get dressed," he said, "I'm
going to wash my hands in the shower bath."
Cloud was washing when Moses stuck his head in. "Ah, go `head, I gotta pee
but I'll wait" Moses said. "Go ahead, you won't bother me," replied Cloud.
Moses looked skeptical but Cloud gave him an encouraging nod, so Moses
pulled out his now wilting large penis, leaking a little fluid, and
urinated strongly. Cloud finished washing but stayed to watch the show and
then the two left together. On the way down the stairs Cloud put his hand
lightly on Moses's shoulder and asked if he wanted to spend the night with
him, and perhaps others, in the main house. Moses looked a little
startled, then asked, "Who?" Cloud shrugged, thought a minute, and
suggested Scott. Moses's eyes grew big and he asked, "Massa do tha' wit'
y'all?" Cloud shrugged again and said, "We all do what we want with
whomever we want. Certainly, he does, with male and female." Moses
blinked a couple of times, staring at Cloud. "Alrigh', I guess mebbe so,"
he said.
From time to time during the rest of the day, Moses could be seen talking
to the three other new arrivals, usually with head lowered and eyes
averted. Some of them stared open-mouthed, some smiled. Adam gave him a
playful dig in the ribs. The members of the household who had been there a
while observed this, and decided to begin a low key campaign of seduction,
now that the ice had evidently been broken. Hands would be laid on
shoulders, occasions found to squeeze a neck or touch hair, arms to rub
against arms. Nobody would be pressured, but the older members of the
community knew that physical intimacy was a way to create other kinds of
bonds as well.
During the afternoon, Mama Désirée came by to discuss matters relating to
the new scheme of harboring fugitives. It still seemed wise not to let the
four new arrivals know about this yet, so only Scott, King, and Cleopatra
met with her. She was in the process of sending messages to the riverboat
captains who were conspirators with her, describing the new procedure. She
and the three others worked out the fine points of the procedure, what to
tell the fugitives and how to coach them to enact the role of submissive
slaves as they were transferred. She was preparing to go when Scott asked,
"And how is Peter?" Mama Désirée smiled and said, "Better; but it will
take a while. He is healing. Anger, much anger..." Scott nodded his
understanding. She also assured him that Peter had learned of his
emancipation and received his papers, which astonished him no end, and that
was perhaps aiding in the process of healing.
Also that afternoon, the builders came around to announce they could begin
work on the improved washing and toilet facilities in the Annex. First,
shafts must be dug for waste and water to go down into. Then iron
frameworks to support the cisterns on top, alterations of gutter systems,
finally the enclosure of the shafts and creation of rooms that would open
into the house as well as external laundry rooms on the ground floor.
Scott asked them to begin as soon as possible. He then went around to warn
the four new arrivals of this plan, to tell them there might be noise and
commotion as the work proceeded. He assured them, with no trace of irony,
that if any preferred to sleep in the main house he thought they could
share beds or find rooms of their own. Some of them looked thoughtful;
perhaps some thought this might be a natural way to ease into exploration
of the freedoms of the house.
As the people sat around a somewhat crowded kitchen table eating supper,
the four new arrivals shyly announced, each in turn, that they would accept
the offer to stay on Rue Dauphine and to work for pay while being a member
of the community. Many reasons were given: they could not go back to
friends and family who were still held in bondage, the dangers and risks of
life in the wide world, and so forth. Each announcement was met with
cheers and congratulations—and did the hugs linger a little longer than
needed, did arms stay draped around shoulders, did the congratulatory kiss
seem a little more enthusiastic than needed for purely social reasons?
Perhaps so. The new arrivals seemed to be warming up with every moment.
After supper some people went to the schoolroom in the right wing attic to
study, some finished up chores. Scott and Cloud worked on the uses of the
rings, although in the central wing ground floor library, not the secret
one. As the time came for bed, these dramas could be seen playing out:
Leaving the schoolroom, King managed to find Mary and Elsie together, and
putting massive arms around each of them invited them to stay with him for
the night. Some coquetry and perhaps manufactured shyness ensued, but they
stayed under his arm as he walked down to his bedroom. Similarly,
Cleopatra sidled up to Adam and invited him to spend the night with
her—and Niobe. The fourteen year old girl quickly joined them and put
her arm around the new arrival. Adam's eyes grew wide and he seemed to
accept with no hesitation. It appeared as if James and Delilah were headed
off together. Moses looked for Cloud and found him consulting with Scott
in the library. He stood with his head lowered and shuffling his feet in
the doorway.
"Ah, Moses!" cried Cloud, "are you ready for us? Ummm... the two of you go
on up, I need to memorize this one, uh, formula and I will join you soon."
Scott readily agreed and rose to join a somewhat confused looking Moses at
the door.
"Moses, I am so glad you and the others have chosen to remain," Scott said,
taking him by the arm gently and steering him up the stairs. "I know it's
very soon, but I hope you will all find happiness here." Moses could only
whisper "Yassuh" as they went along.
Scott took him into his own bedroom. "This is my bedroom, we can spend the
night here," he said. Scott began to undress at a leisurely pace. Moses
kept his head down, his eyes flashing back and forth from the floor to the
white man. "Go ahead," nodded Scott encouragingly. Moses removed his
shirt and following Scott's lead hung it over the back of a chair, and then
his trousers. Both men were standing near each other in only their
undergarments. Scott whisked his off and stood proudly naked, his penis
nearly fully erect.
"Oh, Massa," breathed Moses, staring. "I'm not your master, Moses," said
Scott. "Yes, Massa," Moses replied. Scott smiled. It might be hopeless
or it might take a while. In the meantime he said, "Your body is very
beautiful, Moses. Very beautiful."
Moses cast a hopeful glance in his direction. "I mighty black, Massa," he
said. In answer Scott came up close to him, tugged at Moses's underwear,
and said "You can remove this." Moses did, his penis of good but not
freakish proportion springing out. "Oh Massa," Moses repeated, his eyes
devouring Scott. It occurred to Scott as it had before with James and
Cloud that perhaps he had not seen a naked white man before. Scott said,
"Moses, you are an absolutely beautiful color. How wonderful that anyone
could be this color," and his hands now began rubbing the chiseled body of
the black man, sliding up the hills of his abdomen, over the sculpted
shield of his chest, down the chunks of muscles in his arm. Moses sighed,
but kept stock still, his eyes following the progress of the white hands.
"You can touch me if you want, Moses," Scott said. Moses cast a
questioning look at Scott, who nodded encouragement. Scott understood that
years of oppressive training were at war with Moses's natural instincts.
By encouragement, Scott now slid his hand down Moses's abdomen and with no
ceremony gently grasped his penis with one hand while with the other he
cupped the heavy wrinkled midnight black ballsack. Moses groaned and
looked intently at the white hand on his rigid organ. Scott then collected
his own rigid rose penis and placed it side by side with the black rod,
both fists around them, and very lightly pumped them. Moses groaned hard
and now dared putting his hands on Scott's shoulders, now sliding them down
his back, now grasping the white man's buttocks and pulling their bodies
together tightly.
"I'll be right with you," said Cloud, who had just entered and was flinging
his clothes off. Soon naked himself, his copper penny dark penis fully
engorged, the Indian boy pressed himself from the side into the embrace.
With one hand he grasped Moses's cap of crinkly black hair and turned the
head toward him. Moses's very full lips parted a little and Cloud pounced,
covering his mouth, sliding his tongue in. After a moment of this Cloud
turned to Scott and did the same, while Moses gasped. Then Cloud gently
pushed the white and black man's heads together and they kissed, long and
passionately. Breaking off, Moses gasped, "Oh, Massa, oh tha's so good,
Massa."
Cloud tugged the three of them toward the bed, putting them in sort of a
triangle so that he took Moses penis in his mouth, Moses reached for the
rigid rose colored rod of the white man, and Scott sucked Cloud's dark
copper penny penis. With groans and gasps they remained like this for some
minutes, hands pawing and kneading. Then Cloud turned Scott onto his back
and pushed his legs up onto his torso. Getting the grease pot, he oiled
Scott's anus and the knob of his own penis, then inserted the bulb of the
penis in. Scott gasped but Cloud paused only a few seconds and then slid
all the way in. "Ah, Lawd!" breathed Moses, lying close by them. Cloud
set up a rapid rhythm, pumping and pumping, holding himself up off the
white man with his palms on his chest, Scott's palms splayed against his
thin chest, slamming his sixteen year old Indian dick into the white man
again and again and again and then he came, crying out, slamming forward
and holding it there, grinding. He held that position a moment and toppled
over to the side, gasping.
Scott tugged at Moses and got him in position between his legs. Sitting
up, he oiled Moses's penis, then lay back down, pulled his legs up, and
motioned Moses to insert his penis. His anus stretched by Cloud, Moses
rigid black rod went in with ease. Scott pulled the twenty year old black
man down onto him, black skin riding on white, greased by a film of sweat.
Scott wrapped his legs around the small of Moses's back, his arms around
his shoulders, and pulled him in tight. Moses found Scott's mouth and
locked onto it with his beautiful, extra full lips, kissing deeply.
Meanwhile, his hips had begun a nearly frantic rhythm of pumping in and
out, in and out, his hard rounded buttocks clenching and unclenching. In
and out, in and out and then Moses came, breaking away from the kiss to
moan and gasp, shuddering, his whole body thrashing as Scott held the black
man tight to him. Then he slumped, weeping and gasping, repeating "Oh,
Massa, tha's so good, Oh Massa, Oh Massa!"
Scott whispered in Moses ear, "Suck me." The black man understood just
what to do, and with a sucking sound pulled out of Scott's anus and slid
down his torso, capturing the rigid rose penis in his mouth. Scott's penis
had lain straight up between their torsos and had received plenty of
stimulation as Moses slid on it. It took only a moment of Moses's sucking
for Scott, seizing the black man's head of crisp black hair tightly, to
roar, push up his pelvis, and send a fountain of semen into his mouth.
"Swallow," Cloud whispered by encouragement, and the black man did so with
a gulp.
Another few moments of resting, breathing returning to normal, and then
Cloud led all three to the shower bath where they bathed each other in
turn, then back to bed. Cloud and Scott fell asleep quickly. Moses ran
his fingers through the dirty blonde hair of the white man whose head lay
on his chiseled chest, tears running from his eyes, a sense of joy
overwhelming him that he had found the place where he needed to be in this
world.
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